Sorrow
When a gardener demands the fruits of those he planted,
When a maid compares her work with her wages,
When a King is thirsty in his golden throne,
When a bird misses a spring morning to sing,
When roses are not looked for their softness,
When sunshine-Sundays overheat a lushy field,
When nights are not equally appreciated as morning,
And when someone teases my prayers - I KNOW SORROW.
Copyright © Isor Chand | Year Posted 2017
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